PV OS - The Reunion
Yash stood on his balcony. His family were all downstairs waiting on her arrival. For him this day had come too soon. His wife was coming home today. Their fathers were best friends since childhood and when Dheer Sharma moved to the USA for a business opportunity, they had decided that the then 5 year old Aarti and the 10 year old Yash would be betrothed. Then 5 years ago, the Sharma's came to India for 2 weeks and they got married. She was a chubby, pimple faced girl with a short pixie haircut. Even for a 17 year old she was childish. Every time he tried to talk to her she blushed and ran away giggling. That irritated him no end. And she spoke very little Hindi. She obviously held very little value to their culture. Her favourite past time besides hanging out with her cousin Mansi was spending time with his brother's children.
After the wedding she changed. It was as if she had become petrified of him. On their wedding night she cried and cried even though he didn't come near her, not to mention touch her. He slept on the couch. Thank goodness they had left soon after that as it was agreed that she could complete her studies in the USA.
He finally saw cars pulling up into their property. Then her saw her. A raven head beauty in a pale pink saree. Her long tresses blowing in the wind. She was ravishing. Her curvaceous body was evident in the saree that she wore. Somebody said something to her and she laughed. Her laughter was loud, happy and infectious. He found himself smiling just listening to it.
Then she looked in his direction. She smiled, put her hands together and nodded her head in greeting. He was taken aback so he didn't respond. Then she was off into their house.
He has been so mesmerised by that gorgeous creature that he had forgotten to look out for his wife. He felt like such a pervert. Here was drooling over his wife's relative, which makes it his relative as well. It sounded pretty awful in his head. And he made his way down to meet the guests.
She was so nervous. She was married for 5 years now but had only seen her husband for 2 weeks, at their wedding rituals. Now her parents would leave her here and go back to USA without her. How would these people accept her? She was for all intents and purpose as foreigner. From what she learnt of them and spending time with them, they were traditionalists. She had never really been interested in her Indian heritage and spoke very little Hindi, but 2 years ago she realised that her time to go back was nearing and she enlisted her family to hold her accountable to learning more about her heritage and to speak only Hindi at home. She even started wearing sarrees on special occasions. She did not want to embarrass her family or disappoint her in laws.
She got out of the car and tried to make sure she looked presentable. It was a bit windy so he hair was blowing around, she hoped it wasn't too messy. He naughty cousin Mansi told her something in her ear and as usual it cracked her up. That Mansi was so funny. Then she saw him in the balcony. 5 years ago she thought he was cute. She blushed when she thought of how she behaved with him. She normally just giggled and ran away. Anyway, she was more mature now. And he had obviously matured from a cute 21 year to an extremely hot 27 year old. She greeted him, but clearly the crabby part of his nature remained the same. He didn't even greet back, yet she was sure that she saw him smile before that. Now she wasn't sure anymore. She made her way into the house.
He was shocked when he realised that the girl that he was perving over was not a relative but his wife. It was truly a duckling and swan situation. And boy did she turn out to be a beautiful swan. She spoke Hindi and she was enchanting his family with her wit and charm. He mostly spoke to her relatives but never went close enough to have a conversation with her, but his attention was on her the whole time.
He wasn't even speaking to her. In fact he spoke to everyone else but her. But whenever she looked his way he was looking at her, almost confused. She was also very confused by his behaviour.
She had requested a job at their company and started working in their office as a HR assistant and all the staff loved her. He would see her talking to them and laughing with them. It was only him that she gave the cold shoulder.
Every night by the time he came to the room she was already in bed. He normally slept on the couch. A good thing too because most nights he woke up in a very embarrassing situation. The shower became his friend. Normally a cold one. And he was doing things in the shower that he hadn't even done in his teens, whilst imaging his wife. She would surely run for the hills if she knew what he was up to.
She went to bed early every night. She didn't want to see his royal hotness in his pyjamas. He looked so sexy. She was getting all these strange feelings. She often woke up in the middle of the night out of embarrassing dreams. Her body still bearing the evidence of her dreams. And she even had these evil thought during the day. Like today, she was waiting for him in his office while he was finishing off a call that he was busy with. She had imagined going under his desk and doing unspeakable things to him with her mouth until he couldn't concentrate on anything but her. She was getting more shameless by the day. But clearly he didn't feel the same way about her. She was hopelessly in love with him. She realised this very quickly. She had watched him play with Vedhika and Vendant one day and thought that he would be great dad for their kids. And she had realised then that she wanted his children, she wanted them to be a family and she wanted his love, because she loved him.
It was her cousin Mansi's wedding in Mumbai and they were all invited but his family had a previous commitment. So only Yash and Aarti went. They stayed at their beach house.
Yash was tense. How was he going to contain himself? Just the two of them in the house. He wanted her so badly. It seemed his need was growing by the second. He watched her every day and she was loved by everyone. She stole his family's hearts and his niece and nephew especially adored her. She was a ray of sunshine in their home and he loved her. Yes, he loved her. And he was not going to scare her off by forcing himself on her.
Her family came to visit them at the beach house and she cooked for them. Mansi also came and she teased her relentlessly about her infatuation with her husband. She kept saying things that she made Aarti blush. Finally they all went home.
She eventually went to their room she saw something lying on the bed. She picked it up and saw it was a barely there chemise. Mansi! She thought. She held it up and wondered how much she had paid for this as it contained very little fabric. She held it in front of her smiling, amused at Mansi's naughtiness once again. All of a sudden he was standing in the doorway of the room. She got such a shock that she threw it down. She didn't even know where it landed. She ran to the bathroom in mortification.
Oh drat! She thought she didn't bring any clothes with her to the bathroom. And her bags were not even unpacked. She went to the door and called him,
"Yashji are you there?"
"Yes"
"I...I did not bring anything to wear with me to the bathroom and my bags are not unpacked. Can you please get me something?"
He eventually decided on getting her one of his pyjama tops.
"Thank you, Yashji" she said as she took it at the door.
She came out of the bathroom and he realised his mistake. She looked too sexy. She stood in front of the mirror, drying her hair, the moisture of her hair making the top wet and see through and showed off her perfect legs. It was his turn to rush to the bathroom.
Dammit, did he not learn from her mistake. But she was not going to call her and besides she did not know where he kept his things. So he came out of the shower in just his towel.
She dropped the glass of water that she was drinking when she saw him coming from the shower in just his towel. If she had thought he was hot before, now she thought he was smouldering. He rushed over to pick up the broken glass. Her heart was beating wildly at his close proximity. She was breathing heavily. Even his back was sexy.
"Are you ok, Aartiji. Aartiji!" he called
"Hmm"
"I asked if you were ok."
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" she swiftly walked to the bed and got under the blankets.
He was not sure what just happened but he liked looking at her walking away. The sight of her swaying hips arousing him. He wondered if she was wearing underwear. Get your mind out of the gutter Yash. But was it the gutter if you were having erotic thoughts about your own wife, he countered himself. Just get dressed idiot, he chastised himself.
He got into bed. He knew she wasn't sleeping. He wouldn't be getting much sleep either. There was as much space between them as they could possibly manage on this queen sized bed.
He woke up in the early hours of the morning. Something was different. Oh yes, it was his wife. She was lying on her stomach sprawled over him. Her arm over his chest and her one leg over both of his. Somehow his arm was outstretched and she was lying in it.
He didn't have to wonder anymore as his pyjama top had ridden up and he could feel against his leg that she was not wearing underwear. This must be what hell must feel like he thought. He just lay there not able to move. He didn't want to wake her and he was scared that he would lose control of he moved. But she moved. Her leg shifted and moved up touch his now firm arousal and an involuntary moan escaped his mouth.
She didn't know what it was that woke her. She felt hot. She felt someone next to her, then she remembered that it was her husband. But she was lying on the other side of the bed, and now she was lying practically on top of him, in his arm. Her arm around his waist and her leg over both of his. What was that she felt against her leg? She automatically moved her hand to feel what it was. She heard him moan and then she realised what she had in her hand. She let go quickly and sat up. He sat up too and simultaneously they said"
"Sorry" Both were embarrassed.
He got out of bed and started walking to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"I need to go Aartiji. I won't be responsible for my actions if I stay?"
"What do you mean?" she said innocently.
"Aarti, you are 22 years old. Do you not know what was in your hand a while ago? Don't you know what that means?"
"Oh" realisation.
He turned around again to leave and she said.
"Yashji. Actually I don't really know what it means. But I'd like to."
She didn't look at him when she spoke. She was so shy but she wanted him and after all didn't she have rights as a wife.
He couldn't believe what he just heard. He walked over to her and sat back down on the bed, turned her face to him so that she could look into his eyes and said
"Aarti, are you sure." She nodded in the affirmative.
"He kissed her softly yet sensually. She responded by putting her arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. He pushed her down on the bed and started exploring her body with his mouth and hands. Unbuttoning the top but not removing it. It made it more erotic for him to make love to her wearing his top. He didn't want to hurt her, but there was no other way.
"Baby this is going to hurt. Are you sure you are ready?"
"I've been ready for long time now. Please make love to me."
"I love you"
And he entered her. The pain ripped through he and she screamed.
"Aarti" he wanted to stop but she wouldn't let him.
"Show me how much you love me Yash. I don't care about the pain. I want you. I love you"
His resistance was finished. He gently started his thrusting until he could see that pleasure overtook her pain. Then it intensified and he rode her into a frenzy.
"Thank you Aarti for making my first time so special" he said afterwards.
"It was your first too?"
"Yes, you didn't think I would cheat on my wife."
"I don't know. It was so long and I was so far away."
"Well I didn't. And I am glad."
"And I am ecstatic. You are mine and only mine and you will only ever be mine. I love you I love you I love you" she said whilst kissing him all over his face.
"And I love you. I am going to run a bath and if you want I can be all yours in the bath as well, if you are up to it."
"I have 5 years to make up for Mr. Scindiya and I intend to do that with great gusto."
"Talk is cheap Mrs. Scindiya."
"Why are we even still talking when there are much, much better things to do?" she said as she lead the way to the bathroom.
He chuckled, loving her sassiness. He was so happy and he would make sure that she was too, for all their lives.
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